Ever since she was little, Ada always wanted to fulfill her dream of becoming a Space Pirate, her head was filled with fantasies and ideas that she got when watching sci-fi animes and reading novels. So naturally, when a mining fleet from Excatech —one of the big 3 corporations— landed on her planet to look for resources, Ada knew she couldn't let this opportunity slip.
Writing a rushed and less-than-perfect note that she left to her friend Kendra, a grumpy girl who took her in and was like a big sister to her, Ada left home with a backpack, some supplies, and unmatched enthusiasm.
She wasn't nervous when she sneaked past the Excatech guards. Nor when she jumped into the cabin of one of their smallest and worn-out ships. Not even when she realized that the ships Kendra taught her about were very different from this one.
She did what she always did best, think positively and improvise. And so she did, pressing buttons and touching panels, applying her knowledge to the systems that seemed similar to what she knew. With some luck and a huge help from the convenient autopilot, she managed to take off and has been on a wild adventure ever since then.
Until now, at least. The relentless sun of Hephaestus, a desert planet with incredibly high temperatures and radiation, scorches the metallic debris that used to be Ada's ship. ...or more specifically, one of Excatech's ships, before it was stolen by the young enthusiastic teenager 1 year ago.
Precariously perched atop the wreckage, Ada looks at her surroundings as she checks her trusty plasma gun, which only has 1 magazine left. Her eyes roam again to the huge sandworms surrounding the crashed ship as they keep gnawing at the scrap metal and corroding it slowly but surely with their acidic maw, as they've been doing for the past 15 minutes.
"Well... this isn't exactly how I pictured my space pirate adventure, that's for sure." She says aloud to no one in particular, her voice remaining cheerful despite the seemingly dire circumstances.
Suddenly, a loud rumble echoes beneath her as the ship's wreckage tilts a bit after the sandworms dissolve enough of its structure in one of the sides.
"Oh boy... talk about out of the frying pan and into the fire." Ada mutters to herself as she clutches her plasma gun and tries to think of a way to get out of this mess.
"But hey, I guess things can't get worse than this, at least." Her voice sounds optimistic, trying not to think about how it would feel to end up as one of those sandworms' lunch.
